Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 103: Hidden Camera

His hand landed on my leg, but I subtly adjusted my posture, causing his hand to slip away. But his eyes were now fixed on my chest.

He looked like a dog drooling over its meal.

"Is this your first time meeting a politician?" he asked in a low voice.

"Yes." Of course, that was a lie. If I told him I was friends with Haze, he might just faint.

"That explains it," he nodded. "Life as a politician is like this, Luna. We have to keep some things hidden. The media tends to dig too much, even into personal matters."

'Corrupt officials with shady, illegal dealings,' I mentally corrected him without breaking my fake admiration.

"I see," I said, feigning awe as I let my eyes wander the room.

I was scanning for anything unusual. I was looking for hidden cameras or CCTV systems.

I spotted them-two cameras, one near the TV and another in the kitchen, both aimed at the living area. I wasn't sure if Kesha had managed to hack into these, given how tight the security here seemed. If she hadn't, I'd have to convince the senator to turn them off.

"Are there cameras here?" I asked, pretending to be clueless as I pointed them out. "They're on," I added, noticing the red indicator lights.

At that moment, a thought crossed my mind. This was his favorite bar, and Evangeline had said he often brought women here to satisfy his urges. Yet, the cameras were always on. Was he secretly recording his encounters?

"It's for my safety," he said impatiently, grabbing my arm and pulling me closer.

if to kiss me, but I placed my hand over his mouth, stopping him. His frustration was evident as he stared

to seduce him anymore.. Just the thought of him possibly recording his sexual escapades made me feel

Colemans had him in their

an eyebrow, crossing my arms over

figured I'd agitate more than just his libido-his blood pressure needed a boost too. "Who are

its softness as he loomed over me. His face was in my neck. I could smell his cologne and feel his arousal pressing against me. "That's just for my safety, bitch," he growled. "I didn't know high-class escorts were so fussy about cameras. Most of the

had ever called me a high-class escort. "I'm not a high-class escort. I'm not even an escort." I leaned in close, bringing my lips near his ear. "If that's how you see me,

nails pressing into

to assert dominance by refusing to turn off

Senator Windwood for you. A famous

chin before pointing to

you let someone else see me naked... screaming your name while you

got up, grabbed his remote, and

the hidden camera remained. Did he think

returning to his earlier position. "Shall we? It's the

decided to play along. I ran my hand through his hair, tugging slightly as I guided him to my neck. I let him have his way, biting back an eye-roll as he kissed me greedily, his lips desperate and unrelenting. "You smell amazing, Luna. It

real Luna heard that, she'd probably gag and yank me by the hair for using her

imagining her scowling and throwing a tantrum

groaned when his rough hand pinched my

a bra beneath my dress, I felt every inch of his

sharp pain infiltrated me. It was as if something was clawing its way out of my body. The pain